Chaz was as pale as a ghost.
With a final shove, David lifted himself off Chaz and hauled him to his feet.
Chaz’s unblinking, terrified eyes swung between David, Reese, and Mati. He looked like he was about to wet himself.
“Did you just put the fear of god into him?” Reese asked David curiously.
David smiled like a shark. “It’s not god he should fear,” he said in a low voice.
Reese almost slapped his dick when it twitched, becausenow was not the time.
Mati tried to stifle a fit of giggles. “Sorry, sorry,” she gasped. “God, the adrenaline is getting to me. I’m going to step over there and call my brothers again,” she said, eying Chaz before walking away.
Reese had to say Chaz’s name twice before he would look away from David.
“What the fuck have you done?”
Chaz blinked up at him.
Mati left another voicemail for her brothers. A slither of unease worked down Reese’s spine. David held on tight to Chaz, but his gaze narrowed on Mati.
“Seriously, Chaz, you might as well tell me.” Reese glanced at David pointedly. “You don’t want to piss this guy off, do you?”
Chaz stood straighter. “I—”
“Wait!” David said, putting his hand up. He cocked his head toward Mati.
“Mom? Why aren’t you answering the phone? Call me when you get a chance, okay? I need to talk to Stephen and Mikey.”
Mati hung up, her hand falling to her side. “No one is answering, damn it.”
“At the office?” David asked.
“Office. Cell phones. My parents’ house.”
Reese glared at Chaz. “What the fuck have youdone?”
Chaz shook his head fast. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I didn’t—I have nothing to do with Ms. Viveiros’s family.”
“But Frankie Ribeiro does,” Reese snapped.
Chaz went dead still. “Who?”
David frowned at him. “How can you be a lawyer and be that bad at lying?”
“Hey!” Chaz protested.
“Guys?” Mati said, capturing Reese and David’s undivided attention. “Can we go check on my mom?”
“Yes,” David said, dragging Chaz to their car at a jog and stuffing him in the back seat while Reese and Mati climbed in front.
Reese sent up his thanks when the car started without issue after the whole grinding-noise thing.
David eyed the tracks Reese had left through the lawn. “Nice boulder,” he commented, nodding at the point where the tracks disappeared.
That did explain some things.
“It’s a rock,” Reese said tartly as he hit the gas and they shot down the driveway.
